Study Days at Hogwarts

"George, George, where are you? Come here and read the headlines of today's Daily Prophet." Fred's shout rang out in the kitchen.

"Don't yell and scream over there so early in the morning." Mrs. Weasley, who was feeding chickens in the courtyard, glared at her frizzy son with her hands on her hips.

"Mom, look at the headlines of today's Daily Prophet." Fred excitedly handed the newspaper to his mother and said excitedly: "Albert actually won the Barnabus Finkley Excellent Spell." Technique Award, do you know what that award is?”

"It would be great if you could make people worry less like Albert." Mrs. Weasley took the newspaper, looking like she hated iron.

"You should compare your precious son Percy with Albert." Fred curled his lips and said, "George and I were just picked up from the flower garden."

"How dare you talk back? Do you want to make me angry to death?"

Mrs. Weasley looked at Fred who had disappeared in a flash, and her eyes fell on the newspaper in her hand, which clearly read: The youngest winner of the Barnabus Finkley Gold Medal for Excellent Charming Techniques in History was born.

The headline was accompanied by a photo of Albert holding the trophy in both hands, with a medal around his neck and a confident smile on his face.

"Mom, have you seen today's newspaper?" Percy's voice came from the kitchen.

"Where's it over here? Fred took it out just now." Mrs. Weasley walked to the kitchen window and stuffed the newspaper inside.

Percy took the newspaper, glared at George who was snickering next to him, and then caught a glimpse of Fred who had just turned a corner and entered the kitchen.

"Hey, you should stop mentioning Albert in front of your mother. She always likes to compare us with him." George reminded his twin brother with gloating, "She always talks about other people's children."

"I should have studied hard if I had known." Fred regretted a little. Ever since their O.W.Ls results were mailed home, their summer vacation had become very bad. .

Albert once reminded them that if their O.W.Ls results were not good, their summer vacation might not be easy.

Alas, next time I have to block that guy's mouth before he opens his mouth. Every time he talks about those nonsense, what he says, what he wins, it's really unlucky.

"I wonder how much prize money the champion will get this time?"

George walked behind Percy, stared at the newspaper for a long time and said, "Actually, I'm more curious about how much he earned this time."

"It shouldn't be much, one or two thousand Galleons at most." Fred heard Albert talk about bonuses. Most international champions can get a good bonus.

"No, you must not have paid attention just now. It was written in the newspaper that the Spanish Bullfighting Daily lost tens of thousands of galleons due to gambling." George read it carefully several times and said: "Do you think that with Albert's Character, will he give up this opportunity? I dare say he will bet on himself to win the championship. God knows how many Galleons he won on the bet."

Percy's eyes fell back on the front-page news and found the record of interviewing the reporter. For example, some people are preparing to file a formal complaint to the International Federation of Wizards, and they even falsely claimed that someone used Felixir during the competition, all in an attempt to prevent young wizards in the UK from winning prizes.

What attracted the most attention to British wizards was probably Albert's tidbits. Those shameless reporters reprocessed Albert's answers and even directly distorted the meaning.

Percy put down the newspaper. He felt that the best thing Fred and George had done in their lives was to meet Albert. Albert, who had always been generous to his friends, reached out to give them a hand. The future of the two of them would at least be promising. It would be too bad.

In fact, from Fred's words, it is only one or two thousand Galleons at most, it is not difficult to see their attitude and changes in money, unlike poor Ron, who is still struggling with that few Galleons.

"This is an international award, a very important one. It is said that it is easy to win the championship, but it is difficult to win the gold medal, and all wizards who win the gold medal will eventually become great wizards." Percy recalled, " It is said that Dumbledore once won this award."

"As expected of Albert." George couldn't help but sigh: "I always feel that winning the award is as easy as drinking water for him."

"He's going to attend the International Alchemy Conference, maybe he can get another prize by then." Fred was very confident in Albert.

…

"What's wrong Hermione?" Mrs. Granger found her daughter frowning at the newspaper.

"Albert won the prize." Hermione spread the newspaper on the table, and Mr. Granger and Mrs. Granger leaned their heads to read the headlines.

The Grangers still remembered that their daughter once said that the handsome young man in the photo was a senior who cared for her in the school, and was also the first meaningful friend Hermione made in school.

"You should be happy for him." Mr. Granger was a little confused and didn't understand why his daughter was frowning.

"The newspapers are reporting nonsense again," Hermione pointed out Albert's tidbits: "I remember the last time he won the International Wizarding Chess Championship, the reporters also wrote random tidbits in the article."

For some reason, Hermione got very angry every time she saw those reporters covering Albert's tidbits in newspapers.

The whole school knew that Albert had a girlfriend and they were close.

"You have to know that those newspapers dare to write anything in order to sell newspapers, because many people like to read these gossips." Mr. Granger looked at his daughter, blinked and said, "That is indeed a A very good boy.”

"Excellent, no, I think genius is more appropriate." Hermione corrected.

"I remember that Mr. Anderson often gave you gifts." Mrs. Granger smiled. She thought Hermione might like that handsome boy.

Genius, handsome, rich, and gentle, who doesn't like a boyfriend like this?

Hermione suddenly noticed that her family members were looking at her and asked in confusion: "Why are you staring at me?"

"I remember that you seem to be buying dresses this semester. There should be a dance. He might invite you to dance." Mrs. Granger reminded with a smile, "Take advantage of the opportunity."

"What are you thinking about? Albert already has a girlfriend." Hermione looked at the handsome boy in the newspaper and didn't know what she was thinking.

…

"Watch what I do?"

Isobel found that her sister was staring at her with a strange look.

"You actually know how to dress up carefully?" Katrina looked at the beautiful Isobel, a little confused about how well she dressed up. "Are you going on a date with Albert?"

"No, I didn't sleep last night, so I dressed up a little." Isobel asked, "Do you want to come with me to pick up Albert?"

"Why pick him up?" Katrina asked doubtfully.

"Didn't you read today's newspaper? He just came back from Spain." Isobel said.

Katrina picked up the "Daily Prophet" on the table and saw the guy holding the championship trophy at a glance. Then she quickly glanced at the contents of the headlines, raised her head and asked, "Aren't you angry? That guy obviously has You are still hooking up with other women outside."

"That's just something the reporter deliberately fabricated for the sake of newspaper sales." Isobel said nonchalantly, "I was chatting with him last night."

"I won't go." Katrina was not interested in asking for trouble. .

"I'm leaving."

Katrina looked at Isobel's leaving back, then picked up the newspaper on the table and began to study it, "On purpose? Not necessarily. If nothing happened, those reporters would definitely not write like this."

Albert had no idea that he was being arranged by reporters again.

Having just stepped out of the International Floo Fireplace, he felt the food in his stomach was churning. He had not slept all night, which made Albert feel very uncomfortable, as if he was motion sick.

"are you OK?"

Bud noticed that Albert's face was slightly pale and asked worriedly.

"It's nothing. I stayed up late last night and now I'm using this thing again. I feel a little uncomfortable." Albert waved to show that he was fine. He then said to Bud, "I have to go to the Leaky Cauldron first. Isobel is over there. wait for me."

"You can use the fireplace here to go directly to the Leaky Cauldron!" Bud said to Albert with a smile, "There's no need to waste time walking there."

"Then I'll go back. See you another day, Mr. Bard. And this time I really want to thank you." After Albert expressed his gratitude to Bard again, he took out the floo powder from the jar and sprinkled it into the fireplace. Head to the Leaky Cauldron.

When Albert came out of the rotating fireplace again, he almost fell down due to the spinning dizziness.

In a daze, it seemed that someone reached out to support Albert. When he came back to his senses, he found that the person was Isobel.

"I didn't keep you waiting long, did I?" Albert asked.

"No, I've only been here for five minutes." Isobel reached out and hugged him, "Welcome back."

"Are you wearing makeup?" Albert asked in surprise.

"Does it look good?" Isobel asked.

"It looks better than before." Albert said honestly.

"Going to Hogsmeade now?" Isobel asked, holding Albert's hand.

"Well, it's faster to go back there. The side effects of using the international floo network are a bit serious. I have to lie down and rest for a while."

…

"Don't make any noise, let me sleep a little longer?"

Albert opened his eyes tiredly and found Nia sitting next to his bed holding Tom, brushing his face with her cat's tail from time to time.

"Get up and eat." Nia asked doubtfully, "Didn't you sleep last night?"

"Well, I chatted with Isobel all night." Albert covered his yawn again, lazily got up from the bed, glanced at the trophies and medals on the table, and said to his sister: "I'll bring you some I got a gift, did you see it?"

"Are you talking about records?" Nia asked.

"Well, it is said that she is a famous singer in the European magic world." Albert pointed to the door and motioned for Nia to go out because he wanted to change clothes.

"The singer is okay and her voice is nice, but the songs are not good." After Nia left the bedroom, she leaned against the wall next to the door and talked to Albert, "I feel that the aesthetics in the magic world are relatively average."

She didn't forget the last time Albert gave her a record. It was said to be a very famous song in the wizarding world, and it seemed to be called "You Stole My Pot, But You Can't Get My Heart." Since that time, Nia I don’t have high expectations for the Ministry of Magic song.

"This is the disadvantage of a small number of people. With a large base of people, excellent works will emerge." Albert said with a smile: "If I don't like the songs, I will give them to others."

"Well, I'll keep one, and you can give the rest to others!" As Nia followed Albert to the restaurant, she suddenly asked: "What is your relationship with Miss Yanila? Why did the newspaper say... "

Before Nia could finish her words, she was interrupted by Albert.

"Newspapers need to sell themselves, so those reporters always like to make up all kinds of news to attract other people's attention." Albert looked at his sister and said, "I remember telling you about this before, reading the newspaper Be smart, otherwise you can easily become a fool."

"I remember you once said that if a lie can deceive others, there must be some truth in it." Nia stared at Albert and asked: "I am more curious, what are the truths in this newspaper? And? , aren’t you afraid that Isobel will be angry and jealous?”

"Isobel is a smart girl, and smart girls are usually good at making their own judgments and will not easily believe these rumors." Albert greeted Luke and Sansa and began to sit down to eat, "Then Miss Yanila is actually the daughter of the owner of the bar where the match was played."

"Why is the game held in a bar?" Nia was confused, obviously not understanding what this was.

"It's more of a hotel than a bar." Albert added: "The owner of that bar, Ms. Diana, donated money to the competition, and the gold medal was sponsored by them, and the bar owner's daughter happened to be a He is a very famous singer, so he will be a special guest to award the winner.”

"An advertisement?" Nia understood, "But what does this have to do with you marrying him?"

"This has to do with some rumors about the bar. Well, it is said that it is a bar owned by a vampire."

"Wait, you mean that Miss Yanila is a vampire?" Nia was surprised.

"There should be vampire blood, but it should be very weak." Albert continued while eating: "It is rumored that the descendants of that bar are basically women. They like to find gold medal winners as partners, so they There’s that news in the newspaper.”

"Really?" Nia asked curiously.

"Really." Albert nodded and said, "However, I refused. After all, I already have a fiancée."

"Does Isobel know about this?" Nia thinks these vampire ladies are really special. Most of the wizards who can win the award should be very old. People like Albert are definitely endangered species.

"She knows," Albert said calmly.

After dinner, everyone sat in the living room, petting the cat, watching TV, and chatting about what happened in Spain until late at night, when everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

Albert asked Sheila, who had returned from foraging for food, to send gifts to Fred and George. He actually also bought a set of songs. The set of signed records given by the champion was given to Isobel by him.

Others were given a record each.

After watching the owl fly away, Albert walked into the disappearing cabinet and headed to the house in Hogsmeade, and then took out the time turner and went back to a few hours ago.

When he came to the hall, he found Isobel in her nightgown listening to music and flipping through the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, waiting for him to come over.

"You still look sleepy."

"It's not because I chatted with you all night last night and picked you up again today. I lay down for a while in the afternoon and basically didn't sleep much." Isobel covered a yawn and rested her head on Albert's. on the shoulders.

"Then go to bed early!" Albert felt that he was also infected by Isobel's sleepiness, and couldn't help but yawned.

"That Miss Yanila is really a beautiful girl." Isobel whispered.

"She is part Veela blood, so it is normal to be beautiful." Albert picked up Princess Isobel.

"However, Miss Yanila's charm is not as great as expected." Isobel said softly, "Or, she herself is actually quite resistant to doing that. After all, she is a stranger she has only known for a few days."

"why would you say so."

"Because if she didn't hesitate, she would definitely strike first!" Isobel put her arms around Albert's neck and put her mouth to his ear, "I will never give you any chance to refuse, I will give you the first Don’t talk about it until you push it down. After all, that’s what her family does, so how could she not be able to deal with you in her own place?”

"You're right." Albert suddenly felt that what Isobel said made sense.

"She actually prefers that you take the initiative. There are relatively few bold girls after all. If you take the initiative, you will agree half-heartedly." Isobel said, "However, I am actually more curious about your reason for rejecting her."

"Why do you want to know this?" Albert asked.

"Purely curious. After all, it was delivered to the door. It should be difficult for ordinary men to resist." Isobel was really curious. When Albert told her about this, she was really surprised.

"You're not angry."

"Actually, I'm quite angry." Isobel's arms were still around Albert's neck and asked, "Why?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or lies?" Albert asked after putting Isobel down.

"Lies," Isobel said.

"Because I'm thinking of you and don't want to make you sad."

"I like this answer." Isobel kissed his cheek and chuckled, "What's the truth?"

"To be honest, I don't think it's worth it." Albert was silent for a moment and said, "If I had anything to do with him, my fiancée might be gone, and I might meet someone I'm satisfied with in my life."

"Besides, you are so smart. I feel that even if I can hide it for a while, I can't hide it from you forever. We will live together in the future, so there is no need to make a mess over this matter. What's more, you are also very beautiful. I feel that I There is really no need to take this risk, although Yanila is indeed beautiful and makes me a little attracted."

"It's really like what you would say, rational, and also likes to weigh gains and losses." Isobel curled up in Albert's arms like a kitten and fell asleep.